Oh I have been so distant and unhappy
 Like I could disappear

 When I was a boy I saw things
 That no one else could see
 So why am I so blind at twenty-two
 To the hope that is all around me
 Filling up this room

 On the road on my own
 Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue
 Into my ears

 When I was a boy I could hear
 Symphonies in seashells
 So why am I so deaf at twenty-two
 To the sound of the driving snow
 That drives me home to you